Lily climbed on the bed, sitting on her knees waiting. Shade turned on his stereo; the room filled with soft music. When Shade got on the bed beside her, his finger traced her cheek down to her throat. She swallowed as his hand lowered and he traced the edges of her bra above her breast. Her breathing escalated at his touch.
“You have beautiful breasts.” Shade’s lips traced the same path his fingers had followed, from her check to the flesh above her plain white bra. He lifted her hand and then Lily watched as he buckled a fur lined leather cuff onto her wrist. Her mouth opened to protest.
“No exclusions, Lily,” Shade reminded her once again.
She closed her mouth. Another leather cuff closed over her other wrist.
“Lay down.”
She lay down on the mattress as he reached for something else on the bedside table. He brought out chains, which he clicked into the side of the cuffs. One at a time, he locked each of the chains to a hook positioned on the bottom of the headboard that the mattress had kept hidden.
As Shade sat on his knees, looking down at her, Lily dreaded to see what he was reaching for on the nightstand this time. The plain silk scarf was anti-climatic and not as scary looking as the flogger she had thought he would have.
After Shade tied the silk scarf around her eyes, his hand slid across her stomach where her muscles quivered. He didn’t say anything as his hand traced over her body, lingering at her ankles before she felt the brush of his lips. His hand then traveled to her hips as his lips brushed where his hand had been. Over and over, he explored every area of her body with his hands and mouth.
When his hand slid to her panties, pulling them off, Lily tensed. His hand went between her thighs, exploring her as he slid easily across her damp flesh until her legs tried to close to press his hand harder against her. His light touch wasn’t going to be able to bring her over the edge to reach the climax she had been waiting for.
The music started getting louder, the beat faster, as she tried to catch that wisp of a touch that was about to drive her crazy.
“Shade, please…”
A sharp slap against her pussy had her almost climaxing. Lily shuddered.
“How are you supposed to address me when we’re in this bed?”
“Sir.”
“Now ask me how you’re supposed to.”
“Sir, please, I want to come.”
His hand left her immediately and Lily wanted to ask what she had done wrong this time; however, his body moving between her legs forestalled her. With no warning, she felt his mouth on her pussy, his tongue finding and sliding between the lips to her clit, rubbing it into a frenzy that had her arching upwards. The wet warmth of his tongue moving on her was an unbearable pleasure. Lily couldn’t think of one thing that had ever felt as good or would ever feel as good as what she was experiencing now.
He first licked and then sucked her clit into spasms, which had her screaming her climax out as the music rose and then ended abruptly before going back to a soothing rhythm as he stroked her body, bringing her down from the orgasm while still leaving an ache. She wanted more inside of her. He rose over her, releasing the chains and taking the cuffs off before removing the blindfold.
“Thank you for trusting me, Lily.” He brushed a tender kiss against her cheek.
“You’re welcome, Sir.” Shade grinned at her, helping her off the bed and into her clothes. He dressed as she put her shoes back on before storing everything back in his cabinet, locking it and then leading her from the room with an arm around her shoulders to their room upstairs.
Lily changed into her pajamas, climbing into bed, drowsy but unable to fall asleep until Shade came to bed, pulling the covers over them both. She lay, staring up at the ceiling in the dark room, understanding how Bliss had become addicted to his games. She was terrified she would, too, and unlike Bliss, she would never recover from the loss once he was gone.
Chapter 32
Lily had to force herself out of bed Monday. In the two weeks since Thanksgiving, she had been working full-time at the factory and then on her days off, she’d worked at the church store.
Pastor Dean had tried three parishioners who he had thought would do well running the store, but they had proven either incapable of gossiping afterword about everyone’s income, or thought that what came out of the store would come out of their own back pockets, or they hadn’t been giving them enough aide. They even turned some in need away. Luckily, Pastor Dean had started each new prospective manager with either Lily or Rachel present and they were able to prevent all of the harm they could have caused the burgeoning program.